Marrero sighs on the way to the next snack

Comrades, sharpen your teeth and knives, here comes the comelata Manuel Marrero, with the penultimate anti-Cuban jab.

Rarely did the hungry despise the hungry so much, as happens under late Castroism; that insists on attributing chronic food shortages to the US embargo and laws that they themselves perpetrated.

Comrade Marrero, who is a little more cheerful since he fell in love again, has just spit out an enigma with deep communist roots:Where is the food on the plate??, which sounded like an old peladera song.

Where are you, fellow protein? absent and distant companion. In the wind, Marrero, the wind that took away pigs, hutias and ostriches and keeps the fish away from the coast and close to your yacht; paid for by the noble Cuban people.

Marrero completed his philosophical inquiry by remembering that they planted 63 measures that do not give more and created a Food Sovereignty law that does not give more either. In other words, they failed bureaucratically and in corrals and furrows, where the marabou is commander in chief.

Taking into account that the 243 measures of the intensified blockade are added to the chronic uselessness of late Castroism, as a producer of justice, bread and fish; OFICOLA demands a forceful change of course, appointing the hungry trinity to the task: Lis Cuesta, Frei Betto and Gerardo Hernández.

In OFICOLA, sweet Lis would find fertile ground to apply her wheel, wheel, without bread or cinnamon; The Dominican friar would reiterate his vows of poverty, eating well in Havana's protocol houses and palaces, and the failed spy would flood Cuba with pumpkin flans and garapiña.

But since the prime minister still has the chip of a candidate for deputy for Gibara, he blurted out another stupid thing, warning that attention to rural communities must be improved. And to urban, suburban, coastal and mountain areas; all equaled in militant misery and hollow rhetoric.

Where are you, Marrero, insecure/hunger of folly? / With the scythe clouding the guard line, as you ordered me, army general, as you ordered me...

One of the drawbacks of creative resistance is that it tramples the red earth and subjects small boats to dangerous swells on the northern coast, but - above all - it accustomed the new man to eating spaghetti without tomato sauce or cheese and, when it crashes, With the truth, Los Mustang, a legendary Spanish pop group from the bright and sad years in the Caribbean, gets into tone.

The girl sighs on the path / That leads to the sea / She fears for her friend who has gone out / Just to sail...